Saturday, October 6, 2012
Love is Action
He tells me how much he loves me all the time. But on days like these, I feel it more than ever. Fever, sinus infection, pink eye in both my eyes, and he gets up early on a Saturday morning and brings me to urgent care. He sits in the waiting room and puts up with the rants of strange men and terrible shows on TV and a long wait. Then he brings me home and gets my prescription filled. He makes trips to the store upon a whim of poor, sick me. And he constantly asks what he can do. As gross and unattractive and sick as I am, he loves me with his whole heart. And even in my pain, I feel so blessed.
Posted by Katy Morlas at 4:39 PM